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“At the very point that I’ve taken something for granted, I have at that same moment taken it to its grave. And if I look around, I realize I’ve cultivated quite a cemetery.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The birthplace of anarchy is the cemetery of freedom.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Show your compassion to people in their life time; no amount of your tears can serve as compensation when their coffins are lowered!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“I have always enjoyed cemeteries. Altars for the living as well as resting places for the dead, they are entryways, I think, to any town or city, the best places to become acquainted with the tastes of the inhabitants, both present and gone.”
― Edwidge Danticat, After the Dance: A Walk Through Carnival in Jacmel, Haiti

“Putting a body in a box as a keepsake for mortals to cling to long after everything that was that person is gone - it turns my stomach. Graveyards are for the living, not the dead.”
― Heather Brewer, Ninth Grade Slays

“A soft breeze settled around our shoulders as we walked into the cemetery. That same breeze made the world around us shiver a little bit. The slick green leaves of the tall trees rustled, and the long curtain of ivy dangling from the branches began to wave. When the ivy blows in the graveyard, it casts the prettiest lacelike shadows on the ground. They remind me of banners, rippling over the dearly departed in silent celebration.”
― Natalie Lloyd, The Key to Extraordinary

“What could you possibly hope to find in a cemetary?" The women said. "The dead tell no secrets and the living seldom come to visit them.”
― Felix Alexander, The Last Valentine

“My body weeps to live
when you make me believe
that someday I will be dead
soul sleepless in graveyard's bed”
― Munia Khan

“You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
colliding
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
can you?

From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery”
― Munia Khan, Beyond The Vernal Mind

“Don’t carry your ideas to the grave untouched.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

“So, what do you do for a living? You may be sorry you asked.”
― Don Alesi, "LETTING PEOPLE DOWN" Memories of a Cemetery Worker: And ghost written by all those I have buried, 1989-2017

“You plan to rob the world of its treasures if you decide to die with your potentials unleashed! The world needs your leadership influence; don’t take it raw to the cemetery!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Watchwords

“Live an exemplary life as a leader. When you are gone, you will still lead from the grave because your influence, impacts and inspirations will become and information for the living.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Ladder

“The cemetery was vanity transmogrified into stone. Instead of growing more sensible in death, the inhabitants of the cemetery were sillier than they had been in life.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses.”
― Grace Willows, Don't Look Back: And Other Stories of the Paranormal

“He was walking back through the cemetery to his car when he came upon a black man digging a grave with a shovel. The man was standing about two feet down in the unfinished grave and stopped shoveling and hurling the dirt out to the side as the visitor approached him. He wore dark coveralls and an old baseball cap, and from the gray in his mustache and the lines in his face he looked to be at least fifty. His frame, however, was still thick and strong.
"I thought they did this with a machine," he said to the gravedigger.
"In big cemeteries, where they do many graves, a lot of times they use a machine, that's right." He spoke like a Southerner, but very matter-of-factly, very precisely, more like a pedantic schoolteacher than a physical laborer. "I don't use a machine," the gravedigger continued, "because it can sink the other graves. THe soil can give and it can crush in on the box. And you have the gravestones you have to deal with. It's just easier in my case to do everything by hand. Much neater. Easier to take the dirt away without ruining anything else. I use a real small tractor that I can maneuver easily, and I dig by hand.”
― Philip Roth, Everyman

“It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight,row upon row of cold silent witnesses.”
― Grace Willows, Don't Look Back: And Other Stories of the Paranormal

“Behind anger, is hidden the cemetery. (Derrière la ���DZ�è����, - Se cache le ��������پ�è����.)”
― Charles de Leusse

“Showmen's Rest was truly something to behold. Throughout the entire yard, statues and carvings of elephants, clowns, and tight-rope walkers danced on the gray and white surfaces of tombstones and grave-markers. For the first time, Michael got the feeling that the men and women who'd been buried there were probably really happy with their final resting place. It was a touching tribute, one that honored their passion in life and that had been constructed out of love and respect.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, After Death

“I agree, and I doubt coma boy will even notice. I mean seriously, the guy was buried alive for heaven’s sake,�� I added.
-Cora”
― Andrea Heltsley, Dissolve

“Prepare for a radio, for nothing is silent like the grave”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom

“Three years earlier her father had been buried (irritable and impatient as he always had been) in the Fladstrand Church cemetery that bordered the lovely park, Plantagen, which shared with the cemetery its trees, shared its beech and ash and maple, in the same plot where her mother, wide eyed and confused, had lain down almost willingly two years before, where her brother had lain for thirty-five years, dazed and unwillingly after too short a life.

A dove was looking down from atop the family gravestone. It was made from metal so it could not fly away, but sometimes it went missing all the same and only a spike would remain. Someone had taken that dove, someone out there maybe had an entire collection of doves and angels and other small, Christian bronze sculptures in a cupboard at home and on long evenings would close the curtains and take them out and run his fingers gently over the smooth, cold bodies.”
― Per Petterson

“Veins of ivy scale stones,
find footholds but
the caretaker cuts
earth short, peels
creepers from Cotswold
rock and props the dead
head to head so they won’t
topple like drunks
on their moss-soft shadows.”
― Jalina Mhyana, The Trauma Scope: Poems of Heartache & Optical Illusion

“You cannot go to the cemetery and ask to be enlightened on matters of this kind, though it would ease my mind considerably if you could.”
― William Maxwell, ANCESTORS: A Family History

“Я не принимал участие ни в каких торжественных мероприятиях [14.10.2016], ни в каких шествиях, парадах. Кстати, мне очень непонятно, чего это вдруг парад "Азова" �� это "парад патриотов"? Тогда парад "Свободы" �� это парад кого... барабанов? Я не пошел ни туда, ни сюда, а вместе со своей семьей сегодня поехал по кладбищам, где похоронены пацаны. Я не патриот?

Я разговаривал с семьей на Лесном кладбище, где похоронен боец "Азова" с позывным "Вальтер". Я стоял с его вдовой, с его дочерью, с его братом и женой брата. И никого там больше не было. Ни барабанов, ни факелов. Там вообще никого не было.”
― Георгий Тука

“Сожгли нашу деревню. Разбомбили деревенское кладбище. Прибежали люди туда: покойники лежали наверху�� Они лежали, как будто еще раз убитые�� Наш дедушка лежал, который недавно умер. Их опять хоронили��”
― Светлана Алексиевич, Ostatni świadkowie. Utwory solowe na głos dziecięcy

“Ideas taken and planted into the grave do not germinate.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Become a Better You

“He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Rising for Autumn

“So, what do you do for a living? You may be sorry you asked." Don Alesi, Letting People Down”
― Don Alesi, "LETTING PEOPLE DOWN" Memories of a Cemetery Worker: And ghost written by all those I have buried, 1989-2017